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I try so hard, to remember her smile
the sound of her laugh,
the smell of her hair...

Can you see her?
Can you see her standing there?

Her eyes they stare, so cold and dark
No life is there, no light no spark

Can you remember?
Can you hear her cries?
Can you feel her touch?

Remembering so painful,
but forgetting is torture.

I want, I need, I crave, I beg;
but in the end, I fear the pain.

Her ghost still lingers, lost and alone.
She lies within my soul, she hides in my heart
She cannot die, but she cannot live
I need her still, forever I will
If you see her, please tell her
I need her still, I always will.
random thoughts of gibberish that were floating around in my heart this morning
 Oct 2015 Shadows Rising
PrttyBrd
it lies in wait
in the sighs after a statement
in the pause between words
hanging in the air
it looms overhead
thickening with each passing second
coating the lungs with heavy silence
yea, the silence
'tis wear dreams go to die
for when exposed to another
it's the silence
that is coagulated disillusionment
and it is in that place
that the silver in the clouds
begins to tarnish
10815
 Oct 2015 Shadows Rising
Traveler
A failure to observe
So quickly to judge...
A failure to integrate
The ways of true love...
A failure to embrace
A true nature inside...

These are the commonalities
Of the unspoken white lie...
Traveler Tim
re to 10-17
He's damaged,
               Unfixable it seems
What others would call
                  nightmares
       Are his sweetest dreams
                And sometimes
  He takes his emotions
                               to
                            extremes
       It's so blatantly obvious
  When he finally
           breaks down
                    And screams
That the world
          brought him to his knees

                  He's a broken spirit.
       And I just don't know
   If my love
              can mend his soul
Or if my broken pieces
        Are enough to make
                                      him
                  ­                      whole.
       And if I use what
                       little I have left
To put him back together
                Won't that just
                                  leave me
      In a shattered pile of emotions
                   *forever?
I don't know the answers but I know I'm willing to try.

Poetically speaking, I'm unsure about the ending.  Some constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thx.
 Feb 2015 Shadows Rising
Poetic T
It wasn't what was expected, never was
It meant to be as was seen,
"Where would you hide darkness"
"Where would it be unseen"
In the sight of all
In the sight of the seen,
For the best kept secret
Is that we are but husks
For the darkness lives in-between.

We were always afraid,
We had a phobia of the suffocating
Essence of darkness of all unseen.
But it looked through the cracks
Like a window we were showing
It things other wise never seen,
It feeds in here, in those it tainted.

Pride
Envy
Gluttony
Lust
Anger
Greed
Sloth

Each twisted into their purposed need,
We all had a bit of one a little of the other,
Its us, with out these who would we be,
But feed they did, for its own prize,
For we thought it was within the dark places
When it was already here.

The pupil expands like ecstasy, where
Purity was, only darkness sees. it gestures
Our thoughts hiding within, Free thought
You think but the whispers not heard
From deep within.

They will never be in darkness, where we
Think they live, for there greatest trick is
That we are their doors, opening and closing
A protective skin. They are of twilight of
Those voices that made us do it, no insane
Moment, uncontrollably driven, where does
It hide, through the crack let in, the darkness
Is in the light, beware of what is really seen.
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 Feb 2015 Shadows Rising
Poetic T
We lose those, essence fades
But there voice from
Birth
            To
                         Death
Carry in a wind of whispers,
A moment caught upon a
Breeze,
                         A breathe
                                                       Remembered
As if their voice heard, an echo
Of a time now caught within the winds.
You,
           Me,
                    Us
We will hear their voices for times to come.
As every voice spoken is added to the wind,
So never fear
              They will always
         Be near,
They are but a breeze away forever
Voices travelling upon the *winds.
As I sit and gaze upon the date

A wave of sadness washes over me

I realise now, though it's too late,

Just how much, you meant to me

All those years, those 18 years

You could have been mine, I could have been yours

But instead I am here, and you are there

And time just keeps on, ticking by

Pulling us further with each hour

I have only myself to blame, for not realising sooner

For not seeing what we could have been

For not believing in you, for not believing in us

You were the one, and I was a fool

I'll never forget, those times we shared

the fair, the fudge, the midnight rides

You loved me true, like no other could

But I was shallow and I made mistakes

the bridges burned, the past is gone

I hope you're happy, you deserve the world

You deserve someone, someone to love you like you loved me

It's hard to believe 18 years have passed

since that day I chassed you for the fudge

You've always been my knight, my star, my one true love

But I was a fool, and I pushed you away

The price I pay, for my foolish ways

I lost you, I lost my heart, I lost my love
 Jan 2015 Shadows Rising
Traveler
The smallest part of existence
The atom
Is made up of subatomic particles
These particles
When observed, they seem to be moving
In an orderly fashion
Yet when humans try to measure
These particles
The pattern of their movement
Goes sporadic
Popping in and out of
The quantum barrier
An unknown dimension
A place immeasurable
By any scientific instrument

The act of the human mind intervening
Is the only variable
That explains this phenomenon

Everything that exists beyond
Creation/chance
Started from a thought
The imagination
And then was manifest into reality
i.e., cars, computers etc.

So if enough people intervene/pray for something
To come to pass
It more than likely will...
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